the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.
May 9, 2012
and this so-called weakness was, to some degree, in every man.
but she wasn't particularly impressed by shows of strength,
May 8, 2012
and she would think hard for a moment before picking them up.
they would stumble, out of drink, out of anguish,
May 7, 2012
she was always taking care of them.
seemed to be in some kind of torment.
May 6, 2012
put them in categories. many of the men in her life
her habit was to give names to the pictures in her mind,
this is how she thought about the world.
her hand of longing.
her hand of regret.
this was her hand of love.
this was the hand of her childhood.
May 5, 2012
this hand was how she saw herself.
this hand was her waking state.
this hand told her how others see her.
this hand represented her dream state.
she could see angles that he refused to see.
but she knew that this was harry and his delusions.
May 4, 2012
harry said that it was always the same world, and that was it.
May 2, 2012
she was trying to see how she didn't fit into this world.
she was trying to see how she fit into this world.
May 1, 2012
her gaze had little to do with the devil. she was looking for her self.
seberg's lens. "forgive me, i can no longer live with my nerves."
images changing with each layer of glass,
a name written on the train's window,
the glass in a lens, vertov's second eye,
April 30, 2012
glass through which images traveled,
glass in magnification,
ice like glass,
April 29, 2012
in glass.
she then seemed to take an interest
until 2:30 that morning.
she believed in their superstition
April 28, 2012
the mirror was the devil's toy.
they said stay away from the mirror.
and there were deer.
they had a birdhouse in the back,
April 27, 2012
April 25, 2012
April 24, 2012
she loved the headless accordionist unconditionally.
